Ummm...Yeah. So...it turns out that when you delete comments from
the published folder, you also delete them from the blog itself. Didn't
know that. Doesn't make sense to me, because once you've posted them,
why are they still tethered to the published folder? Wish I knew that
before I deleted the last 50 or so comments...
Well,
anyway, I am working hard to find these comments again and re-post
them. I'm taking this very seriously, since if people are nice enough
to take their precious time to read my blog and post a comment, they
shouldn't get said comments deleted.
I especially
apologize to Dreki, who has posted quite a few comments recently, and
after a bit of a hassle. I'm working hard to get those back. And I apologize to Diane, who lost the most comments. I'm
sorry this happened.
So please rest assured everyone
that I am working hard to resolve this problem. If you have any advice
to give about how I can do this, please leave me an email at
sb[at]stevenbelanger.com, or leave a comment below. I promise not to
delete those, too.
If you've commented on my website since February 2013 (!!!), and if you still have a copy of it on your computer somewhere, please either send it to me and I'll take care of it (though I'd rather not have to do that), or just re-post it yourself if you don't trust my computer savvy. I wouldn't blame you. If you don't want to do anything because you're as disgusted as I am with the whole thing, I wouldn't blame you for that, either.
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Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Quick Jots
Some quick things that I didn't find a whole blog post for:
--I'm on page 65 of my newest manuscript, and we're rolling right along.
--I could be wrong, as the days have seemed to bleed together recently, but I think it's been over 90 degrees in my neck of the woods for over three straight weeks now.
--I have even more respect for our ancestors who lived over 100 years ago. The thing I appreciate most these days they didn't have: Central Air. We are very, very spoiled.
--As I get older, it seems like less is more, with everything. Lately: Too many things on the floor. The more bare wooden floorboards, the better. Or--I'm just going nuts. Or both.
--Speaking of getting old, the big difference between being forgetful and having early-onset Alzheimer's: if you forget where you put your keys, you're just getting older, and forgetful. If you forget what keys are for, that's maybe Alzheimer's. If you're at a loss for a word, and then remember it after you've used another one, perhaps the wrong one, you're getting older and more forgetful. If you don't remember what the word means, that's maybe Alzheimer's.
--How can anything green, including weeds, grow in this oven? I thought it was wonderful how well my front and back lawns were doing in this sweltering heat, until I realized both my lawns were many different types of weeds, all growing well together.
--Home maintenance and yard maintenance: Never-ending.
--I've been thinking of starting a Shakespeare blog. How nerdy is that?
--A recent realization: I've long thought it horrible that Paris tells Juliet that she shouldn't say something bad about her face, because her face was his. How obnoxious was that? Because women were pieces of furniture in that male-dominated society, right? So how much of an arrogant dweeb was Paris? But then the following lines hit me more recently: Juliet agrees with him. Her face will soon be his. And the rest of her, too. She loves someone else and wants her body to be shared with him, but she has to share her body with a guy she doesn't even like, and her father, in a rage, flat-out told her she had to, that since she was his to give, he'll give her to his friend. All of her.
--So that made me think that Shakespeare was a bit more of a social critic than he's been given credit for. Juliet's stance was not a typical one for the day. And one of the faeries in A Midsummer Night's Dream says that he can't take a female role because his beard was growing in. Yet Shakespeare must have had confidence in the young boys who played his major female roles, because those of Juliet, Cleopatra and many others were amongst the strongest of his, or of any, time.
--People write to Juliet, in Verona, Italy, to tell her their relationship and love problems. A group of volunteers write back. This started about eighty years ago, with one guy responding to everyone.
--I spent about $45 on a huge book that reprints every page of the 1623 folio. Cuz I'm like that.
--I hope everyone's well out there. Stay outta the heat.
--I'm on page 65 of my newest manuscript, and we're rolling right along.
--I could be wrong, as the days have seemed to bleed together recently, but I think it's been over 90 degrees in my neck of the woods for over three straight weeks now.
--I have even more respect for our ancestors who lived over 100 years ago. The thing I appreciate most these days they didn't have: Central Air. We are very, very spoiled.
--As I get older, it seems like less is more, with everything. Lately: Too many things on the floor. The more bare wooden floorboards, the better. Or--I'm just going nuts. Or both.
--Speaking of getting old, the big difference between being forgetful and having early-onset Alzheimer's: if you forget where you put your keys, you're just getting older, and forgetful. If you forget what keys are for, that's maybe Alzheimer's. If you're at a loss for a word, and then remember it after you've used another one, perhaps the wrong one, you're getting older and more forgetful. If you don't remember what the word means, that's maybe Alzheimer's.
--How can anything green, including weeds, grow in this oven? I thought it was wonderful how well my front and back lawns were doing in this sweltering heat, until I realized both my lawns were many different types of weeds, all growing well together.
--Home maintenance and yard maintenance: Never-ending.
--I've been thinking of starting a Shakespeare blog. How nerdy is that?
--A recent realization: I've long thought it horrible that Paris tells Juliet that she shouldn't say something bad about her face, because her face was his. How obnoxious was that? Because women were pieces of furniture in that male-dominated society, right? So how much of an arrogant dweeb was Paris? But then the following lines hit me more recently: Juliet agrees with him. Her face will soon be his. And the rest of her, too. She loves someone else and wants her body to be shared with him, but she has to share her body with a guy she doesn't even like, and her father, in a rage, flat-out told her she had to, that since she was his to give, he'll give her to his friend. All of her.
--So that made me think that Shakespeare was a bit more of a social critic than he's been given credit for. Juliet's stance was not a typical one for the day. And one of the faeries in A Midsummer Night's Dream says that he can't take a female role because his beard was growing in. Yet Shakespeare must have had confidence in the young boys who played his major female roles, because those of Juliet, Cleopatra and many others were amongst the strongest of his, or of any, time.
--People write to Juliet, in Verona, Italy, to tell her their relationship and love problems. A group of volunteers write back. This started about eighty years ago, with one guy responding to everyone.
--I spent about $45 on a huge book that reprints every page of the 1623 folio. Cuz I'm like that.
--I hope everyone's well out there. Stay outta the heat.
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